It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

Know thyself, or at least keep renewing the acquaintance.

There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn't exchange Christmas cards.

A cat, after being scolded, goes about its business. A dog slinks off into a corner and pretends to be doing a serious self-reappraisal.

A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.

Wealth and wisdom are seldom combined, for the person who achieves one no longer desires the other.

As you seek new opportunity, keep in mind that the sun does not usually reappear on the horizon where last seen.